American Evil God, starting with the American rebel leader raising poisonous insects.

Chapter 124 Delusional attempt to study the Holy Body?

Lake and Sea Manor, West Wing Study.

Nailong sat behind his oak desk, holding a newly delivered document in his hand.

The document cover bears the FBI logo, and the upper right corner has a red "Top Secret" stamp.

It is about forty pages thick and neatly bound.

He turned to the first page.

Title: "Preliminary Investigation Report on Noah Technologies and its AI Systems".

The report was submitted three days ago.

He skipped the previous summary and went straight to the third page.

There is an organizational chart on the page.

The top floor is "Noah Technology Company".

It branches out into three lines: "Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine", "Alexander Family Trust", and "Amazon Inc."

Milk Dragon tapped the line "Alexander Family Trust Fund" with his finger.

He looked up at Wan Xinru, who was standing next to the desk.

"Alexander? What family? Never heard of him."

Wan Xinru was wearing a dark gray suit and a white shirt today, but no tie.

He drew his eyebrows, and the lines were clearer than usual.

This is the seventh day since he gained the power [Threshold Breaker], and the basic stage of his Iron-level physical transformation has been completed.

He can now work for eighteen hours straight without feeling tired, his night vision has tripled, and his reverence for the Milk Dragon has transformed from an emotion into something akin to a physiological instinct.

He took half a step forward and bowed slightly.

"This is indeed not a very well-known family, Grand Commander."

"Originally, it was just a family business in real estate and logging in Seattle. They started getting involved in forestry and mining in the 1980s, and their assets peaked at around $1.5 billion, which wasn't considered significant in the West."

Milk Dragon turned to the next page of the report.

This page contains a list of the core members of the Alexander family:

Old Alexander, 82 years old, is retired.

Eldest son, currently the family trustee.

The second son is in charge of real estate development on the West Coast.

The third son is currently the CEO of Noah Technology Corporation.

A photo is attached.

The third son is named Alan Alexander. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and a long, thin face.

Milk Dragon stared at the photo for five seconds.

"So, it's not that this family is powerful, but rather that the Noah AI is powerful?"

His first reaction was to acquire it.

Use presidential power to exert pressure, or through some kind of deal, to take control of this AI system.

This is a businessman's instinct.

He then turned to the appendix of the report.

The appendix contains the full transcript of that demonstration at Johns Hopkins University.

Time, location, and list of attendees.

The list is very long.

Nailong glanced at it and saw at least eight surnames.

These surnames have existed for over sixty years, appearing at the top of American university donation walls and on the list of core clients of the Capitol Hill lobbying group.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

Johns Hopkins University is essentially a theology and medical school funded by the biggest old money families.

Success there means one thing:

Now, his real base, those old money people, also have their eyes on this.

He cannot move.

Not at least not now.

"Tsk."

He closed the report and threw it on the table.

Even with divine power, he still felt constrained.

He cannot openly use his abilities on those people, otherwise he would be going against Lucien.

Not yet.

Karl's face flashed through my mind.

Let's wait for the holy war.

Everything will be alright once the holy war is over.

He turned and walked back to his desk.

"Prepare the new presidential documents."

Wan Xinru raised her head.

"Now that this has spread, let's include it as part of my victory."

"Yes, Commander! Arrange it for you immediately."

Wan Xinru walked to a small table in the corner of the room and opened his laptop. He didn't start typing immediately, but instead logged into a website first.

The website interface is very simple, with an input box in the center.

He typed in the input box: "Generate a draft of a presidential statement."

Theme: Celebrating the United States' world-leading breakthrough in artificial intelligence healthcare.

Key points:

This is emphasized as a manifestation of the American spirit of innovation.

The government's long-term support for this sector was mentioned.

It pledged to further promote the application of AI technology in key areas such as healthcare, education, and manufacturing.

The tone should be positive, forceful, and full of hope.

Use basic English vocabulary and keep sentences short.

Word count: Approximately 500 words.

He clicked "Generate".

The progress bar rotated for five seconds.

Then a complete draft of the statement appeared on the screen.

Wan Xinru quickly glanced through it, made three minor adjustments, and then printed it out.

He took the printed paper back to his desk and handed it over with both hands.

"Your Excellency, what do you think of its effect?"

Nailong took the paper.

The writing on the paper certainly fits his style—short sentences, simple vocabulary, and repeated use of words like "great" and "leading."

Words like "victory".

He stared at it for thirty seconds.

"Um."

Put the paper back on the table.

"But get those medical teams out of here."

Wan Xinru was stunned for a moment.

"Medical team?"

"The White House Medical Office submitted a request last week to conduct a full medical examination of me, citing the need to ensure the president's health under the pressure of his work."

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Milk Dragon said, "I am now an apostle of the Lord; this sacred body cannot be allowed to be studied by them!"

He did receive the application.

The application documents used a lot of medical terminology, but the core meaning was clear: they wanted to draw his blood, do gene sequencing, and perform a whole-body MRI.

He refused at the time.

Now that he sees Noah AI, he is even more convinced that his refusal was the right thing to do.

Those people coveted his body.

They wanted to know why the Lord had chosen him.

They wanted to find a "method" for being watched by the Lord in his flesh and blood.

Wan Xinru lowered her head: "Understood. I will formally reply to the White House Medical Office, citing the President's full schedule as the reason for indefinitely postponing the application."

Milk Dragon nodded.

He walked to the center of the room and did a few simple stretching exercises.

When the arm is raised, the shirt cuffs are stretched taut, revealing the well-defined muscles on the forearm.

His Iron-level physical fitness allows him to easily lift 200 kilograms.

The bronze level goes a step further.

During a test at the manor’s underground training ground last week, he dodged a rubber training bullet fired from five meters away with a reaction time of 0.3 seconds.

Carl Jensen demonstrated this level.

He has now done it.

"Is there anything else?"

he asks.

Wan Xinru glanced at her watch: "You have a conference call in half an hour to discuss the military budget for the next fiscal year with the Minister of Defense."

"understood."

Nailong walked back to his desk, picked up the three documents, and stuffed them into the shredder.

The shredder emits a low hum as it cuts the paper into thin strips that fall into the collection box at the bottom.

He stared at the shredder's outlet for a few seconds.

Then he turned to Wan Xinru and said, "Notify the FBI and CIA that the investigation into Noah Technology continues, but do not take any public action and do not alert them. Give me a briefing every week."

"Yes."

Wan Xinru quickly wrote it down on the tablet.

Nailong walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a thick, hardcover book.

The book is titled "The Full Text of the U.S. Constitution and Amendments".

He didn't open it; he just touched the gold lettering on the cover.

"This Noah AI, "7

He pointed to the bookshelf and said, "And this Noah Technology Company—"

pause.

"Let them fly for a while first."

""

He put the book back on the shelf and turned to walk towards the door.

"I'm going to change my clothes. Call me ten minutes before the conference call."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief."